I'm drivin' a truck! (RV + Kittens_Milk)

[Russian Vodka]

Humming for himself, the broadshouldered male kept an eye on the road, the other on the small screen in the house of the truck. He was currently hauling locally, moving around wares from different storehouses, though he would soon have a big load up country to another city. He had the usual trucker cap on, hiding the fact that the tips of his hair was graying. He was in his mid thirties, though a prime example of a male. Lumberjack pattern shirts, jeans, well shaven. Muscular with dark brown hair, greying tips.

Picking up the coffee from the cup holder next to the big steering wheel, he took a sip, noticing a figure in the side of the road. Finding it odd, the thumb sticking out he recognised the hitch hiker signal. When coming in closer, he slowed down, blinking the lights up and down to show that he had noticed as he pulled over, parking in front of what appeared to be a young girl. He smirked, this would just be his luck as he leant over and opened the door. "Need a lift?" He asked.

 

[Kittens_Milk]

Jess sighed with relief as the truck stopped, he was starting to realize that his skimpy jean shorts and tank top where not going to stand up to the setting dessert sun. He smiled at the man and nodded. He had been hitchhiking for a few days, and knew what to do by then. He climbed into the trucks passenger side door, and placed his backpack between himself and the man.

"Hi. I'm Jess, do you mind taking me one for a bit?" He said with a giggle as he played with his hair nervously. He always hated the first few moments of meeting a new driver, he was always very cautious in deciding to ride with some, but he knew he had no choice since it was getting to late to hitch hike in the desert.

 

[Russian Vodka]

"Sure." He replied, letting the girl in. He took a moment before he pulled off, letting a car overtake him as they rolled off. He didn't seem to pay attention to her, though he turned off the telescreen, knowing it was illegal to watch television while driving. "I'm Jack." He said, holding his right hand towards the girl as he kept his eyes on the road. There was still a couple of hours ride until the place where his cargo was destined to.

The truck was a large freightliner, with a long nose for the engine and a cabin in the back with a single bed and even a small fridge. It was all hooked up on the electric system, though he prefered using the microwave in the small closet to cook water for his instant coffee. "So, where are you headed off to?" He decided to ask the girl, not thinking it might be a boy sitting next to him.